POETRY, LORD OF WORDS


Language being the big city it is
Has innumerable words as its citizens
And occupying mountaintops and abyss
Are multiple and colourful denizens.

Vulgar occupies the slimy gutter
As informal inhabits the city's wings.
Through its elevated and gold-framed shutter
Formal surveys his lesser fellow beings.

Prose in basic form is mortar and bricks;
It is also the plain track and alley.
Poetry is marble and polished sticks;
It's also the toll-imposed carriageway.

In the land of words prose is the subject;
Poetry over prose lords with grand effect.

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